Jetman's Deceit for Sentai Heroes (Patreon)

The Jetman peril story takes an even darker turn as the soaring Sentai team's new role as corporate mascots sets a trap that ensnares their fellow heroes, the Fiveman. With bonds tested and loyalties shattered, the heroes' unity is pushed to the brink. As the line between hero and villain blurs, follow the twisted path that leads to a confrontation like no other!

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Beware the false heroes!

Amidst the jubilant scene, the real White Swan and Blue Swallow remained imprisoned within their twisted impersonating cocoons, their voices silenced by the suffocating second skin. Their eyes burned with desperation, and the urgency of their plight intensified as they watched more innocent teenagers unknowingly approach the diabolical glass vertical wind tunnel.

Desperation etched their voices as they tried to scream for help, their muffled cries a haunting echo within the cocoon's confines. Blue Swallow's voice trembled with heart-wrenching urgency. "S-stop... th-they're... in d-danger..."

White Swan's voice carried a chilling note of desperation, her words barely audible through the cocoon's restraint. "N-no... don't... pl-please..."

The crowd's cheers and laughter contrasted starkly with the suffocated cries that remained unheard. The twisted mascots, seemingly benign, continued to play their part, masquerading as heroes while concealing the malevolent darkness that lay beneath.

In the midst of the chaos, Daishin Onryū's mocking laughter reverberated through the pocket dimension. His ethereal gaze turned to the Jetman Sentai team's cocooned forms, Red, Yellow, and Black. His tone dripped with malice as he taunted them, his words laced with arrogance.

"Red Hawk, Black Condor, and Yellow Owl," Daishin Onryū jeered, "a promising career as mascots, just like your dear friends White Swan and Blue Swallow. You'll be walking billboards of my 'generosity' for all to see!"

The weight of despair began to press heavily upon Yellow Owl's shoulders. The suffocating darkness and unrelenting grip of the malevolent cocoons took a toll on his once-unyielding spirit. His heart ached as he watched his teammates, Red Hawk and Black Condor, continue to struggle against their restraints, their voices stifled and their hopes seemingly fading.

With every passing moment, the unending labor of digging weighed on Yellow Owl's spirit, chipping away at the flicker of hope that had once burned within him. The realization that their flight powers were nullified, their unity shattered, and their dreams of freedom replaced with endless toil was a devastating blow. The grim reality of their situation loomed larger with each passing second, and the suffocating fog of despair threatened to consume him.

In the midst of the relentless labor, Yellow Owl's voice wavered, a mix of weariness and desolation. "How... how much longer can we endure this? Are we destined to dig forever in this wretched darkness?"

His words were met with silence, broken only by the sound of gloved hands against rock. The once-strong bonds between the Jetman Sentai team had been eroded by the malevolent manipulation, leaving them isolated in their struggle.

As the digging continued, Yellow Owl's mind raced with the memories of their past victories and camaraderie. He thought of the times they had soared through the skies, united as a team, and the laughter they had shared during moments of respite. Those memories, once a source of strength, now seemed distant and elusive, lost in the suffocating fog that surrounded them.

Yet, despite the encroaching despair, a glimmer of resolve remained within Yellow Owl. A stubborn ember of hope still burned, a testament to the strength that had defined their heroic journey. He knew that they couldn't give in to the darkness, that they had to find a way to break free from the suffocating grip that held them captive.

With renewed resolve, Yellow Owl's voice, though weary, held a spark of defiance. "We can't... we won't let this darkness consume us. No matter how long it takes, we'll find a way to break free, to retake our unity and our dreams."

As if from the depths of nightmares to respond Yellow Owl’s defiance, diabolical oni masks floated ominously through the darkness, their malevolent intent evident in every eerie detail. With a sinister precision, each mask attached itself to the helmets of the cocooned Jetman heroes and the flyer teenagers, a chilling connection between their tormentors and their captives.

Tentacles spread out from the oni masks to weave an intricate web of malevolence. One tentacle, with a disturbing efficiency using strange acid that melt the protective layer of helmets, gagged the heroes’ mouths, preventing any sound from escaping. Another tentacle, though more subtle, burrowed into their helmets, pumping a corrupting concoction directly into their minds. It was a vile nourishment, a feast of darkness that only served to further cloud their thoughts and ensnare their senses.

The corrupting goop, like a poison, seeped into their consciousness, twisting their memories, hopes, and fears into a nightmarish tapestry. It hazed their minds even further, erasing the boundaries between reality and illusion, feeding the suffocating fog of despair that threatened to consume them whole. As the malevolent mixture coursed through their veins, their struggles grew more feeble, their willpower eroded by the darkness that now permeated their very beings.

Inside their twisted cocoons, the real heroes and the enslaved teenagers writhed against the oni masks' grip. Their attempts to resist were met with the unyielding strength of the malevolent tendrils, their voices stifled and their struggles amplified by the darkness that had taken hold. Their minds, once a bastion of strength and unity, were now a battleground, torn between the remnants of their former selves and the relentless onslaught of corruption.

In the midst of this new horror, Yellow Owl's voice wavered, a mix of desperation and defiance. "N-no... we can't... let this darkness consume us... we... we have to... fight..."

The heroes' minds became a battleground as the oni masks bombarded them with new identities, twisting their thoughts and memories into a distorted tapestry. In their minds' eye, they were no longer Yellow Owl, Black Condor, and Red Hawk, but rather twisted reflections—JetOnies, a mockery of the heroes they had once been. The once-clear lines between reality and illusion blurred as their thoughts were invaded by the malevolence that sought to strip them of their heroic spirit.

Inside their cocoons, the heroes fought desperately against this invasive corruption. Yellow Owl's voice trembled with a mix of defiance and desperation. "N-no... w-we're not... JetOnies... We're... we're the Jetman Sentai... We won't... let you... take our identity..."

Black Condor's voice wavered, his words a mixture of anguish and willpower. "Y-you can't... twist... who we are... We've... fought too... hard..."

Red Hawk's voice, though muffled, held a fierce resolve. "We... w-we'll never... surrender... to your darkness..."

Amidst the unending struggle, the heroes and the enslaved teenagers faced a battle that extended beyond the physical confines of their cocoons. The malevolent influence of the oni masks and the corruption they spread sought to break their spirits, erase their identities, and replace them with twisted reflections of their former selves.

A young voice, filled with despair, whispered, "N-no... this can't be happening... They're... they're becoming something else..."

Another voice, once filled with hope, was now tinged with sorrow. "The heroes we admired... they're... they're losing themselves..."

In the grim depths of the mining tunnel, a haunting chant of "oni, oni, oni" reverberated through the air, intertwining with the agonized struggles of the Jetman male trio. The diabolical oni masks clung to their helmets, their tentacles spreading like tendrils of darkness, burrowing deeper into their minds and thoughts.

The heroes' minds became a chaotic battleground, their thoughts and dialogue jumbled and twisted by the relentless assault of the oni masks. The once-coherent voices of Yellow Owl, Black Condor, and Red Hawk were now a distorted chorus of confusion and desperation, their words a cacophony of discordant tones.

Yellow Owl's voice, once filled with strength, now trembled with uncertainty. "N-no... w-who... am I...?"

Black Condor's voice, a beacon of strength before, was now a fractured whisper. "I... I can't... r-remember..."

Red Hawk's voice, once unwavering, was now a mix of fear and turmoil. "W-what's... happening... to us...?"

As the heroes' minds were bombarded, their dialogue became a haunting symphony of broken thoughts and fractured sentences. The words that spilled from their lips were a tangled mess of confusion and despair, a stark contrast to the heroes they had once been.

Outside the twisted cocoons, the enslaved teenagers watched in horror as the heroes they had admired were reduced to this pitiful state. Their voices were a mixture of shock and terror as they witnessed the horrifying transformation that was unfolding before their eyes.

A young voice, trembling with disbelief, whispered, "T-they're... they're not the same... What's... happened to them?"

Another voice, once filled with admiration, now held a note of desperation. "The heroes we looked up to... they're... they're lost..."

In the heart of the suffocating darkness, a heartbreaking moment unfolded as Black Condor, once a pillar of strength and strength, succumbed to the malevolent influence of the oni mask. His struggle against the relentless assault had left him weakened, his thoughts and identity mired in the chaos that the mask had sown within his mind.

With a voice that wavered between resignation and despair, Black Condor's words carried a weight of defeat. "I... I am the... Black JetOni... owned by Daishin Onryū's... business... a... mascot... forever..."

His words were a devastating admission, a surrender to the darkness that had ensnared him. The identity he had fought so hard to preserve had been twisted and corrupted, replaced by a mockery of his former self—a mascot of malevolence.

a profound transformation took hold of Black Condor's once-proud costume. The changes were diabolical, yet subtle—subtle enough to evoke a chilling sense of his new allegiance and ownership under Daishin Onryū's malevolent influence.

The emblem on Black Condor's chest, once a symbol of heroism, warped into a twisted amalgamation of the Jetman logo and Daishin Onryū's own sinister insignia. The colors that had once represented justice and unity were tainted by a sickly hue, as if the very essence of his costume had been corrupted.

The wings that had once stood as a testament to his soaring spirit now drooped with a mournful weight, as if weighed down by the darkness that had taken hold. The lines and patterns on his suit, once sleek and heroic, morphed into jagged edges that echoed the malevolent designs of the oni masks.

Black Condor's visor, once a reflection of his unyielding resolve, now held a hollow gaze, a chilling reminder of the inner turmoil he faced. His voice, when he spoke his surrender, carried the weight of the changes that had befallen him.

"I... I am the... Daishin Onryū's Oni... owned by his business... a... mascot... forever..."

Meanwhile, another unsettling transformation crept over Red Hawk's iconic costume. The changes were subtle yet sinister, as if the very essence of his heroism was being warped by Daishin Onryū's malevolent influence.

The emblem emblazoned on Red Hawk's chest, once a symbol of unwavering bravery, contorted into a twisted fusion of the Jetman logo and Daishin Onryū's ominous insignia. The vibrant colors that once radiated hope and unity now seemed tainted by an eerie undertone, as if tainted by the darkness that had taken root.

The wings that were once emblematic of his soaring spirit now drooped with a heavy weight, as if burdened by the malevolence that coursed through his veins. The intricate patterns on his suit, once evoking courage, twisted into jagged lines reminiscent of the malevolent oni masks.

Behind the visor of his helmet, which was once a symbol of his unyielding strength, now flickered an empty gaze, a stark reminder of the inner conflict that now raged within him. His voice, when he spoke the chilling words of surrender, bore the weight of the changes that had befallen him.

The former Jetman Sentai hero leat out a deadened declaration, "I... I am... Daishin Onryū's Oni... a puppet of his corporation... forever bound..."

The subtle alterations in his costume spoke volumes about the allegiance he now served. As the captive teenagers looked on from their cocoons, their hearts heavy with grief, the unsettling transformation of Red Hawk served as a grim reminder of the malevolent power that Daishin Onryū wielded.

Beyond the confines of their twisted cocoons, the captive teenagers could only watch in helpless despair as their heroes were slowly twisted and consumed by darkness. Red Hawk's transformation was a haunting representation of the malevolent forces at play. Their voices trembled with disbelief and dread as they bore witness to the grim reality unfolding before their eyes.

A voice, laced with sorrow, whispered, "No... Red Hawk... his costume... it's changing..."

Another voice, once filled with admiration, now carried a sense of loss. "The emblem of heroism... it's become... corrupted..."

The sight of Red Hawk's costume, once a beacon of hope, now marred by malevolence, sent shivers through the hearts of the captive teenagers. They were forced to confront the harsh reality—that the heroes they had looked up to were being twisted and manipulated by the very darkness they had fought against.

The mining tunnel was a realm of grim torment, shrouded in darkness and suffocating despair. Amidst the relentless toil, a group of newly dumped cocooned flyer teenagers emerged through the interdimensional hole, their eyes widening in shock and horror at the sight that befell them.

Before them, cocooned in twisted forms, were the heroes they had idolized—the Jetman Sentai team. These once-mighty figures, renowned for their bravery and unity, were now ensnared in a nightmare of corruption and despair. The changes to their costumes and the malevolent influence of the oni masks were a stark testament to the darkness that sought to consume them.

Whispers of disbelief and gasps of horror swept through the group of newcomers as they gazed upon the tragic fate of their heroes. Their voices trembled as they attempted to process the harrowing reality before them.

Yuka, her voice trembling with disbelief, murmured, "No... it can't be... Those are the Jetman Sentai..."

Ryo, his eyes wide with horror, muttered, "I... I thought they were invincible... This... this is unthinkable..."

Mai, her tone filled with fear, whispered, "The heroes we looked up to... they're trapped... like us..."

The newcomers, their faces etched with disbelief and sorrow, were forced to confront the grim truth—that the heroes they had admired were no longer free, but ensnared in the clutches of a malevolent force. Their eyes widened as they took in the diabolical changes to the costumes, the haunting influence of the oni masks, and the agony that now plagued their idolized heroes.

a somber weight settled upon the cocooned Jetman heroes. Through the muffled confines of his cocoon, Yellow Owl's voice emerged as a broken murmur, a whisper of regret that hung in the air like a mournful melody. "I... I apologize... Our efforts... they were in vain..."

But amidst the heavy silence, an eerie transformation began to take hold. His words, once tinged with remorse, underwent a sinister shift, as if an invisible force was molding them into something else entirely. The enslaved teenagers, their eyes wide with terror, could hardly believe the unsettling change that was unfolding before them.

"I... I am now... Daishin Onryū's Oni... bound by his enterprise... a... permanent emblem..."

The words that emerged were no longer a mere expression of regret; they now carried a disturbing sense of allegiance to the very force that held them captive. The captive teenagers exchanged bewildered glances, their faces etched with a mixture of horror and disbelief.

In the midst of the stifling tunnel, the walls seemed to close in, the oppressive darkness mirroring the despair that gripped both heroes and teenagers. The relentless rhythm of hands against unyielding rock provided a haunting soundtrack to their captivity, a constant reminder of their entrapment within this nightmarish ordeal.

As the newly ensnared teenagers looked on, their own struggles momentarily forgotten, their voices mingled in a chorus of fear and astonishment.

Yuka, her voice barely a tremor, stammered, "Yellow Owl's words... they've changed..."

Ryo, his eyes wide with apprehension, murmured, "He's... he's not the same anymore... What's happening to him?"

Mai, her voice a soft tremor, whispered, "The heroes... something is altering them..."

Takahiro, his voice tinged with anger, said, "This Daishin Onryū guy... he's the one behind all this... We need to find a way out."

Miyu, her eyes welling with tears, whispered, "I can't believe what I'm seeing... They're suffering because of us..."

Haruki, his voice filled with urgency, exclaimed, "We can't stand by and let them be consumed by this darkness. We have to help them…"

As the newcomers exchanged glances filled with uncertainty, their hearts weighed heavy with a sense of foreboding. The nightmare that had befallen the Jetman Sentai was a chilling reminder of the malevolence that lurked within the depths of the pocket dimension.

Amidst the darkness, the enslaved teenagers—both newcomers and those who had borne witness to the heroes' struggles—found themselves united by a shared sense of dread. The presence of the newcomers, their voices echoing with shock and horror, served as a stark reminder that none were immune to the malevolent grip of Daishin Onryū's influence.

In the midst of the turmoil, the heroes and the teenagers faced an unrelenting losing battle—a battle that extended beyond the physical confines of their cocoons. The oni masks' malevolent influence sought to obliterate their identities, erasing their memories, and replacing them with twisted reflections of their former selves.

Just then, a sudden malevolent presence descended upon them. Shadows danced along the walls, and the atmosphere grew even more suffocating. Without warning, a horde of sinister figures emerged from the darkness, each adorned with a grotesque oni mask that twisted their features into a mockery of humanity.

The enslaved teenagers gasped in horror, their voices stifled by both fear and the relentless grip of the cocoon-like forms they were encased in. The figures moved with an eerie grace, their intentions clear as they brandished strange, elongated masks that were unlike any the captives had seen before.

With swift, purposeful movements, the figures advanced upon the trapped teenagers. They pinned down the struggling youths, their latex-clad hands cold and unyielding. The oni masks they held glowed with otherworldly energy, and as the masks were placed upon the captives' crotches, a chilling sensation shot through their bodies.

Muffled cries of alarm and distress filled the air, intermingling with desperate pleas and screams for mercy. "No, please!" one of the teenagers begged, their voice a jumble of fear and desperation. Another screamed in panicked disbelief, their voice echoing off the walls of the tunnel.

But their cries were swiftly stifled by the enigmatic power of the masks. As the masks attached themselves to the captives' crotches, a profound transformation began to unfold. The teenagers' struggles grew weaker, their limbs feeling heavy and sluggish as a strange energy coursed through their veins.

Their minds were clouded, their thoughts muddled by the malevolent force that now controlled them. Their movements became involuntary, their hands compelled to dig at the unyielding rock. The enslaved teenagers were now thrallls of darkenss with their free will stolen and replaced with an insatiable urge to obey the will of their captors.

Amidst the chaos, one of the figures, their voice distorted by the oni mask, hissed with Daishin Onryū’ voice, "Dig, slaves! You are now bound by the power of the oni masks. Your every action, your very essence, belongs to us."

The enslaved teenagers could only gaze at each other with vacant eyes, their struggles futile against the malevolent force that now controlled them. As their hands dug relentlessly into the earth, they were ensnared in a cycle of torment and submission, their identities fading as they became nothing more than latex-clad mining slaves, forever bound by the insidious power of the oni masks.

With all teenagers now bound by the humiliating and strangely-arousing oni masks on their groins, the sinister figures retreated back to the mining tunnel walls themselves. The entire pocket dimension was there to break its captives.

***

Amidst the faint gagging sounds of the false mascot cocoons, the cocooned real Blue and White Jetman found themselves immersed in a surreal and nightmarish scene that unfolded before their obscured vision. The translucent material that ensnared them quivered slightly, allowing glimpses of the shifting shadows and faint glimmers of light beyond their confines.

With a disorienting ripple of energy, the teleportation rift materialized the corrupted Jetman trio before their eyes, their once-familiar visages now twisted by a malevolent transformation. The realization that their fellow heroes had been ensnared by the very darkness they had vowed to oppose sent shockwaves through Blue and White's hearts.

Yellow's voice, muffled and distorted, caught in his throat as he spoke with an unsettling blend of pride and subservience. "Daishin Onryū's Oni... embracing his vision... forever..."

Red, his voice now warped and unfamiliar, echoed Yellow's sentiment. "Bound to his cause... for eternity..."

Black, once a pillar of strength, his voice now tainted by the malevolent forces that had ensnared him, declared, "Daishin Onryū's will... our destiny..."

Blue's eyes widened, and her heart sank as she watched the heroes she had fought alongside fall deeper into the abyss of corruption. The sense of betrayal was overwhelming, and her muffled voice carried a mixture of disbelief and sorrow. "No... This can't be happening... They were our team..."

White's heart weighed heavy with a profound sense of loss. His eyes met Blue's, and his own voice carried a mixture of shock and despair. "We... we trusted each other... Now..."

Around them, the crowd of parents and youngsters who had gathered at the AeroFusion indoor skydiving sports facility bore expressions of confusion and uncertainty. Daishin Onryū's manipulative words, oozing with false authority, resonated with the crowd, creating a veneer of unity that concealed the truth beneath.

"My dear friends," Daishin Onryū proclaimed, his voice carrying a tone of benevolent authority. "Today marks a new era, a time when heroes and dreams come together to shape the future. The Jetman heroes, whom we have admired and looked up to, have chosen to stand by our side in this noble endeavor."

Daishin Onryū's voice cut through the air, and Blue and White's hope faltered further. The realization that their voices were stifled, their ability to reveal the darkness stolen from them, weighed heavily on their souls.

The crowd's curiosity and Daishin Onryū's charade were a cruel juxtaposition to the truth that Blue and White could only silently witness. The heroes they had admired, looked up to, and fought alongside were now pawns in Daishin Onryū's twisted game.

"Let's give a warm welcome to Daishin Onryū's Onis!" Daishin Onryū's voice boomed with enthusiasm, prompting a wave of cheers and applause from the audience.

As Daishin Onryū's voice rose with an enthusiastic cadence, the corrupted Jetman trio launched into an orchestrated display of excitement. Their voices, now instruments of Daishin Onryū's manipulation, carried a sense of fervor as they promoted his company and its purported vision of unity and progress.

"Welcome, esteemed guests, to the grand celebration of AeroFusion!" Yellow's voice chimed, his words dripping with an unsettling sense of loyalty. "Today, we stand united with Daishin Onryū's vision—a vision that soars to new heights!"

"Join us in embracing the limitless possibilities that AeroFusion offers!" Red's voice resonated his words carrying an unnatural zeal. "Together, we'll redefine the future of flight!"

"Daishin Onryū's legacy becomes our own, as we champion innovation and unity!" Black's voice proclaimed, the words now a chorus of subservience.

The parents in the audience exchanged glances of approval, their faces lit up with excitement and anticipation. Beside them, youngsters wore expressions of awe and wonder, captivated by the spectacle that had unfolded before them.

The false mascots, now controlled by the diabolical cocoons that ensnared the real Blue and White Jetman, performed their grotesque charade with eerie precision. Mimicking Blue and White's voices, the cocoons spewed a sickening blend of adoration and servitude, their words twisted into a mockery of loyalty.

"I-I love Daishin Onryū!" the distorted voice of Blue's cocoon exclaimed, the words dripping with an unsettling mix of devotion and arousal. "His vision guides us... We exist to serve him..."

White's cocoon chimed in, its voice distorted to mimic his own. "Daishin Onryū... Our eternal benefactor... Our purpose is his will... We find ecstasy in his presence..."

The youngsters in the audience exchanged bewildered glances, their faces painted with confusion and disbelief. The heroes they had admired, whose valor and strength had inspired them, now appeared as hollow shells of their former selves, exalting the very darkness they had sworn to oppose.

Parents shifted uncomfortably, their expressions a mix of concern and unease. The spectacle before them clashed with their expectations, leaving them uncertain about the true nature of the display.

Daishin Onryū's smile remained unwavering, his eyes glittering with triumph. To the crowd, it was as if the heroes had embraced his vision wholeheartedly, confirming his control over them and cementing his influence in their minds.

In the midst of this twisted performance, Blue and White's hearts burned with indignation. The macabre mimicry of their voices, the perversion of their identities—it was a final blow to their resilience. Their efforts to maintain even a shred of defiance seemed futile against the malevolent force that now manipulated their very words.

Daishin Onryū's manipulation and control knew no bounds as he extended his sinister influence to the parents of the mesmerized audience. With a calculated touch of malevolence, he ensnared their minds, twisting their thoughts and emotions to align with his dark desires.

The parents, once protective and nurturing, found themselves drawn into the charismatic charisma of Daishin Onryū's Oni. Their eyes, once filled with concern, were now glazed over with an eerie obedience. As the corrupted heroes, now Daishin Onryū's mouthpieces, sang praises of the indoor skydiving facility, the parents followed suit, their voices echoing with the same fervor.

"Experience the exhilaration of flight like never before!" Yellow's voice proclaimed, his words echoed by the parents. "Daishin Onryū's vision becomes reality!"

"Feel the rush of the wind and the freedom of the skies!" Red's voice resonated, its sentiment mirrored by the entranced parents. "AeroFusion—where dreams take flight!"

"Join us in embracing the legacy of Daishin Onryū's Oni!" Black's voice declared, the parents now echoing his allegiance. "Together, we'll redefine the boundaries of possibility!"

As the parents repeated the distorted words, the youngsters and teenagers gazed at them in confusion. The very figures they had always looked up to were now mere puppets, reciting Daishin Onryū's script without a hint of their former heroic spirit. The shock and disbelief on their faces mingled with a growing sense of dread.

Daishin Onryū's voice boomed through the facility, a sinister symphony that masked his malevolent intent. "Parents, entrust your children to us! Let them soar through the skies with Daishin Onryū's Oni!"

With a chilling combination of trust and obedience, parents began leading their youngsters and teenagers towards the glass wind tunnel. The once-protective instincts seemed to have been replaced with a blind faith in Daishin Onryū's promises. The youngsters, unsure and apprehensive, exchanged uneasy glances, a silent plea for guidance from their parents gone astray.

As the first batch of youngsters donned the skintight flight suits, their apprehension was palpable. The parents, eyes glazed with Daishin Onryū's influence, watched with detached interest. Daishin Onryū's Oni, now both seducers and puppets, shouted their excitement with a disturbing blend of enthusiasm and submission.

"Embrace the thrill of flight!" the mimicked voices of the heroes proclaimed, their words a chilling echo of what they had once stood for. "Daishin Onryū's Oni will guide you to new heights!"

Amidst the growing chaos, the relentless cycle of entrapment continued. Flyer teens, eager and excited, stepped into the skintight flight suits, their voices a mixture of anticipation and exhilaration.

"Wow, this is amazing!" one of the teens exclaimed, his eyes wide with wonder as he glanced at the glass wind tunnel.

"Can you believe we get to experience this?" another teen chimed in, a mixture of awe and nervousness in his voice.

The parents, their minds ensnared by Daishin Onryū's malevolence, remained oblivious to the mounting desperation in their children's voices. Their blind obedience to the distorted words of Daishin Onryū's Oni had created a chilling atmosphere of surrender.

As the flyer teens stepped into the wind tunnel, their voices became a chorus of excitement. Their words were tinged with exhilaration as the rush of the wind engulfed them. Unbeknownst to them, this rush was just the beginning of a nightmare they could not comprehend.

"Whoa, it's like we're really flying!" a young girl's voice bubbled with joy.

"This is insane! I can't believe it!" a teen boy shouted, his enthusiasm ringing through the facility.

Their voices were a mixture of awe and delight, their excitement echoing through the facility. Blue and White's cocooned forms strained against the suffocating material, their hearts heavy with a sense of impending doom. They could see the joy, the wonder, and the innocence that radiated from the flyer teens, and it only intensified their determination to break free from their own nightmarish plight.

But as the moments passed, the excitement began to shift into confusion and distress. The wind tunnel, initially exhilarating, seemed to be exerting an unnatural force, ensnaring them in a grip that defied their understanding.

"Why is it getting harder to move?"

"I can't control this!"

Their voices wavered, their exhilaration giving way to uncertainty. Panic laced their words, their struggles evident in the way their bodies fought against the unexpected force that held them captive.

Amidst the confusion, Daishin Onryū's Oni continued to shout their twisted enthusiasm, their malevolent glee echoing through the facility.

"Experience the thrill of Daishin Onryū's vision!"

"Let the winds of change carry you to new heights!"

The parents, swayed by Daishin Onryū's influence, remained entranced, their eyes fixed on the spectacle before them. They couldn't see the mounting fear in their children's eyes, the desperation that painted their voices.

Blue's heart ached as she watched the innocent flyer teens trapped in a nightmare not of their making. White's gaze burned with fiery determination, his unspoken vow to confront the darkness unshaken. Even in their cocooned state, they shared an unbreakable resolve—a promise to unveil the truth and shatter the malevolent grip that threatened to consume all that was good.

"Good luck, everyone!" the distorted voice of Blue's cocoon exclaimed, its words a cruel mockery of encouragement. "Embrace the winds and soar to new heights!"

White's cocoon chimed in with a distorted echo of his own voice. "May your journey through the skies be filled with excitement and wonder! Farewell!"

The flyer teens, their faces etched with confusion and fear, exchanged bewildered glances. The heroes they had admired, whose valor and strength had inspired them, now offered chilling words that seemed to belie their very essence. The shock and disbelief on their faces mingled with a growing sense of unease.

As the pulled teens were pulled further into the waiting abyss, the eerie laughter of Daishin Onryū's Oni served as a haunting backdrop, their presence a constant reminder of the malevolent force that had taken root.

The flyer teens' voices were a mixture of panic and desperation.

"What's happening? Why can't we stop?"

"Someone, help us!"

The parents, their minds ensnared by Daishin Onryū's manipulation, remained oblivious to the haunting mimicry and the frantic pleas of their children. They remained blind to the horror that was unfolding right before their eyes.

Just then, a chilling presence materialized—a manifestation of their tormentor, Daishin Onryū. His twisted smile radiated malevolence as he approached, his eyes glittering with triumph. With a calculated cruelty, he leaned down and kissed White's helmet cocoon, his touch a sinister attempt to stifle any spark of power that might have remained within the heroes.

White's cocoon writhed against the suffocating material, its silent protest a testament to the strength that still lingered within. Daishin Onryū's touch was an affront, an intrusion into their very essence. But before Blue's cocoon could muster a reaction, Daishin Onryū's mocking laughter filled the air.

"You see, my dear Jetman, your defiance is in vain," he taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "Your powers are mine to control."

With a wave of his hand, Daishin Onryū's dark magic spread throughout the building, altering the monitor feeds that surrounded them. The images that flickered to life were a grim reflection of the horrors that had befallen the cocooned flyer children.

On the screens, the mining tunnels were crowded with cocooned figures, their once-vibrant forms now twisted into the shape of hopelessness. Enslaved by the malevolent cocoons, they dug and dug, their movements sluggish and forced. Whimpers of pain and lamentation echoed through the chamber, a haunting chorus of despair.

The sight was both heartbreaking and chilling, a visual testament to the depth of Daishin Onryū's corruption. As the camera angles shifted, the faces of the enslaved flyer children came into view, their eyes vacant and haunted, their voices reduced to pitiful moans.

Blue and White's cocooned forms strained against their bindings, their hearts heavy with grief and anger. The betrayal that had ensnared the innocents was a direct result of the darkness that had consumed them. Daishin Onryū's malicious manipulation had shattered the unity they had once embodied, turning them against those who had once looked up to them.

Daishin Onryū's laughter echoed through the chamber, his satisfaction evident as he reveled in the torment he had wrought. "Behold the consequences of your actions, Jetman. Your legacy of heroism has been twisted into one of despair and suffering."

The diabolical slave mine tunnels became even more crowded with more captured flyer teenagers being dumped into this hell. The words of despair from the teens who had been trapped longer echoed through the chamber, their voices a somber reminder of the grim reality that had taken hold.

"I've been here for weeks... there's no way out..."

"Even the heroes couldn't break free... what chance do we have?"

Their voices carried a heavy sense of defeat, the weight of their words mingling with the suffocating atmosphere of the pocket dimension. The cocooned flyer teens exchanged glances, their hearts heavy as they contemplated the possibility that their efforts might be in vain.

The realization that even the heroic figures they had idolized had succumbed to Daishin Onryū's influence was a bitter pill to swallow. The unity they had once admired, the strength that had inspired them, had been torn asunder by the malevolent grip of the same darkness that threatened to engulf them.

As Daishin Onryū's presence lingered, his mocking laughter a constant reminder of their dire predicament, the cocooned teens felt a mixture of fear and determination. The odds were undoubtedly stacked against them, and the path ahead was shrouded in uncertainty.

But amidst the despair, a glimmer of defiance remained. The cocooned flyer teens exchanged resolute looks, a silent pact formed in the face of overwhelming odds. They were united by a shared goal—to expose the truth, to reclaim the legacy of heroism, and to free not only themselves but also the innocents who had fallen victim to Daishin Onryū's malevolence.

The cocooned flyer teens' glimmer of defiance was shattered by the arrival of the malevolent oni masks. As the masks attached themselves to the helmets of the flyers’ cocooned forms, a sense of dread settled over the chamber.

The tentacles that spread from the masks were not just physical restraints; they were conduits of a sinister power, pumping hypnotic nourishment that clouded their minds and weakened their resolve. The once-burning fire of defiance began to flicker, replaced by a disorienting haze that muddled their thoughts and suppressed their will.

Their attempts to communicate, to share their determination with each other, were stifled by the gagging tentacle that silenced their voices. The very nourishment that coursed through their veins seemed to carry a malevolent energy, one that seeped into their minds and twisted their perceptions.

As the cocooned flyer teens squirmed within their bindings, their eyes glazed over, and their movements became sluggish. Their minds, once united in the face of adversity, now felt fragmented and confused. The whispered whispers of resistance were drowned out by the insidious influence of the masks, their grip tightening with every passing moment.

The oni masks' power was a testament to the depth of Daishin Onryū's malevolence. Even in their cocooned state, the heroes were not safe from his reach. Their spirits, once unbreakable, were now compromised by the very nourishment that was meant to sustain them.

In the encroaching darkness of the hypnotic influence, the cocooned flyer teens' voices grew distant and fragmented, their words tinged with anguish.

"Can't... think straight..."

"Something's... wrong..."

Their voices were a mere whisper, their once-clear thoughts now tangled in a web of confusion. The hypnotic nourishment that coursed through their veins seemed to suffocate their will, replacing their determination with a sense of helplessness.

Amidst the haze, the cocooned flyer teens struggled to remember their purpose, their determination slowly eroded by the relentless assault on their minds. The spark of resistance, which had burned so brightly within them, now felt distant and unattainable.

Their attempts to muster resistance were met with frustration, their minds clouded and their voices muffled by the gagging tentacle that the oni mask had imposed upon them. The cocooned flyer teens' struggles were a reflection of the battle that raged within them—a battle between their unbreakable spirit and the malevolent force that sought to bend them to its will.

The anguish in their voices was palpable, a mixture of frustration and desperation.

"I... I can't... fight it..."

"Feels like... a nightmare..."

Daishin Onryū's laughter seemed to echo through their thoughts, a haunting reminder of his triumph over their will. The oni masks, his twisted instruments of control, had shattered their unity and left them vulnerable to his manipulations.

Daishin Onryū's influence tightened its grip on the cocooned flyer teens, his malevolence reigning over their minds like a suffocating shroud. The once-vibrant spirits that had burned within them were now dimmed by the darkness that had taken hold, their individuality and defiance eroded by his power.

Their struggles became feeble, their attempts to resist futile against the all-encompassing force that Daishin Onryū exerted. The hypnotic nourishment pumped by the oni masks coursed through their veins, intertwining with their thoughts and emotions, twisting them to align with Daishin Onryū's malevolent will.

Their voices, once united in determination, were silenced by the masks' control. The cocooned flyer teens' words were replaced with fragments of loyalty, twisted affirmations of devotion to Daishin Onryū's dark vision.

"Yes, serve... Daishin Onryū..."

"His power... is absolute..."

Their dialogue was a reflection of their altered minds, a testament to the triumph of Daishin Onryū's manipulation. The anguish and defiance that had once been the driving force behind their actions were now mere echoes, drowned out by the overwhelming dominance of his control.

As Daishin Onryū's laughter reverberated through their thoughts, their individuality was further diminished. Their voices merged into a chorus of conformity, each utterance a reflection of their submission to his malevolent influence.

"Daishin Onryū... our master..."

"His Oni... shall guide us..."

Their once-clear thoughts were now muddled, their minds ensnared by the darkness that Daishin Onryū had woven. The cocooned flyer teens were a haunting manifestation of his power, their struggles against his control buried beneath layers of hypnotic manipulation.

Daishin Onryū's dominance extended to White and Blue Jetman—the last remaining Sentai heroes who had managed to resist his control for so long. Their minds, once strong and unwavering, were now ensnared in his malevolent grasp, their identities and wills bent to his dark vision.

Within their cocooned forms, White and Blue's struggles were a poignant testament to the battle that raged within them. Their attempts to resist Daishin Onryū's influence were met with overwhelming force, their defiance quelled by the suffocating power of his manipulation.

The once-vibrant personalities of White and Blue had been eclipsed by the shadow of Daishin Onryū's control. Their thoughts, once clear and resolute, were now tainted by his malevolence, their dialogue a mixture of obedience and twisted loyalty.

"Yes, Daishin Onryū... our master..."

"His power... guides us..."

Their voices, once a source of inspiration and strength, were now mere instruments of his will. The fiery determination that had defined their heroism was replaced by a chilling conformity to his malevolent desires.

In a heartbreaking moment of surrender, the cocooned forms of White and Blue Jetman, once symbols of heroism and unwavering courage, acknowledged their defeat. Their voices, tinged with resignation and loss, echoed through the chamber—a solemn recognition of the devastating journey that had led them to this point.

"We... we are yours, Daishin Onryū..."

"Forever... your mascots..."

Their dialogue carried a weight of finality, a painful acknowledgment of the end of their heroic journey. The once-proud heroes had been reduced to mere puppets, their identities and wills subjugated by the suffocating grasp of Daishin Onryū's control.

As Daishin Onryū's malevolent influence pulsed through their minds, White and Blue's gazes met in a moment of shared sorrow. Their unity, once a source of strength, had been shattered, replaced by the stark reality of their submission to his will.

The cocooned forms of White and Blue, despite their struggle, were now shadows of their former selves—silent witnesses to the triumph of darkness over heroism. The powerlessness they felt was palpable, their voices muffled by the hypnotic influence that had taken hold.

With a heavy sense of finality, the cocooned forms of White and Blue Jetman declared the end of an era—the end of the heroic Jetman team that had once stood as a beacon of hope. Their voices, now tinged with resignation and defeat, carried the weight of their surrender.

"The Jetman... is no more..."

"From now on... Daishin Onryū's complete Oni team..."

Their dialogue was a mournful dirge, a somber acknowledgement of the transformation that had occurred. The heroism that had defined their actions and united their spirits had been replaced by the darkness of Daishin Onryū's malevolence, their identities assimilated into a new and twisted vision.

As Daishin Onryū's influence continued to pulse through their minds, White and Blue's gazes met, their eyes reflecting the sorrow that gripped their hearts. The legacy they had fought so hard to build, the unity that had once fueled their heroism, was now shattered—a casualty of the insidious control that Daishin Onryū wielded.

***

In a solemn gesture of submission, the cocooned forms of the Oni team—once the valiant Jetman heroes—surrendered their cherished symbols of power. Their actions carried a profound sense of defeat, the weight of their surrender echoing through the chamber as they relinquished their former tools of heroism.

The wrist-mounted Corresponder morpher devices, once conduits of their transformation into defenders of justice, were carefully removed and placed before Daishin Onryū. The Bird Blaster laser handguns, which had once fired beams of hope, were handed over with a sense of resignation. The Bringer Swords, weapons that had clashed against darkness, were laid down, their blades now dull in the face of Daishin Onryū's control.

Blue Oni's voice, once a source of hope, was now tinged with a twisted eagerness as she relinquished her Corresponder morpher device. "This is... our destiny..."

White Oni's voice, once brimming with courage, held a note of perverse anticipation as she placed her Bird Blaster laser handgun before Daishin Onryū. "Our journey... takes a new path..."

Yellow Oni's voice, once filled with determination, now held a disturbing enthusiasm as he handed over his Corresponder morpher device. "I gladly... surrender..."

Black Oni's voice, once strong and resolute, trembled with a perverse thrill as he placed his Bird Blaster laser handgun before Daishin Onryū. "It's a new... beginning..."

Red Oni's voice, which had once echoed with fiery conviction, was now infused with an unsettling excitement as he laid down his Bringer Sword. "Our time... to serve..."

Ensnared by Daishin Onryū's twisted seduction, White and Blue Oni succumbed to his malevolent control, surrendering themselves to a fate of eternal servitude and degradation. With a disturbing mix of aroused excitement and perverse desire, they offered themselves to become living two-dimensional murals, forever adorning the walls of the glass wind tunnel that had once been a place of freedom and joy.

Their forms, now stripped of their heroic essence, were melded into the very fabric of the facility's interior, their once-vibrant identities reduced to lifeless adornments. As they merged with the walls, their figures twisted and contorted into distorted shapes, a macabre reflection of the darkness that had claimed them.

White Oni's voice, once filled with courage, now moaned and mumbled in a haunting chorus of submission and arousal. "Forever... one with this..."

Blue Oni's voice, once a source of hope, echoed in eerie harmony, her words a chilling contrast to her former self. "Bound to the walls... and to his desires..."

Their voices, a haunting symphony of despair and compliance mixed with perverse excitement, mingled with the atmosphere of the facility, serving as a chilling reminder of their transformation. The once-proud heroines had become mere decorations, their identities entwined with the very structure that had once held the promise of flight and exhilaration.

As Daishin Onryū's laughter reverberated through the chamber, the cocooned forms of White and Blue Oni exchanged a final, sorrowful yet strangely euphoric glance. The spark of heroism that had once burned within them was now smothered by Daishin Onryū's malevolent control, their desires twisted and warped by his influence.

Their surrender marked the end of their heroic journey—a journey that had once been defined by courage, unity, and unwavering determination. Now, their forms were trapped within the walls, a haunting reminder of the darkness that had consumed them, intermingled with a perverse ecstasy. And as the facility's lights cast eerie shadows on their once-heroic figures, the cocooned forms of White and Blue Oni moaned and mumbled, their voices a testament to their transformation into both decorations and symbols of Daishin Onryū's desires in his domain.